| The first thing I wanna say is that I’m open
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| I listen to anyone in the world, any time, any place, any moment
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| My nature is the lone wolf, I travel in a pack of one
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| I’m Acey de uno, you know, from the Sun’s son
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| When I landed, our planet, my standard on the drum
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| Left handed, right handed
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| I was abandoned like scum
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| That’s when I learned my little time test
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| (Time test)
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| How much time would it take to get my mind to the best
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| (Time test)
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| I hope you brought your rhyme vest
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| (Time test)
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| You’ll be put in the woods beneath the pine crest
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| (Time test)
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| Now I don’t wanna do you no harm
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| I’m just a head and some legs and a couple of arms
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| And I’m a skeleton covered up with skin
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| But it’s more complex than that see
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| I’m a man who rocks the whole jam
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| I live in a ten by ten room over there on the sun
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| Spending my summers on Earth, heating up the bass drum
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| Acoustic, boosted
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| Mechanical stereo, audio tomb
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| With the tables and the mic
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| React a fool
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| Never let nobody get you down
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| Never let nobody turn you out
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| Never let nobody open they mouth and tell you what you all about
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| Now I got a lot to learn in life just like every single one of us
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| But none of us got the right to say some of us are odd
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| Unless they name is God
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| Now I am a musician, but I used to be a magician
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| I went to magician school I paid my tuition
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| I found musicians make more than magicians
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| Now what a position
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| Our mission?
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| Only to find the real definition
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| Now listen
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| If I could take the world and put it inside my head
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| I would, no kidding
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| Just due to the fact that I’m good
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| Well I’m a little good, I’m average
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| Well I’m alright, at least I ain’t shy or bashful
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| I rock a party all night
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| Yeah, I’m silly
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| Wanna bet?
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| Bet on, bet I led off
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| Bet off
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| Wanna let me just proceed to take your head off
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| Get off
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| You’re off on your own and you’re off
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| The set
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| Wanna bet?
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| We ain’t really started jamming yet
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| Or frying in a pan just like a salmon croquette
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| You know I ain’t really silly hill billy willy, I’m a vet
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| In this game
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| And I got your brain as a pet
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| You’re wet and washed up and despicable
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| Upset, tossed up and pitiful, yet
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| I don’t wanna hear ya say shit
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| Now check it out
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| Somebody jot this down
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| Word got around that you’se a loser
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| Zero, zilch
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| Unadulterated filth flaren filth
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| Oh you’re a nobody
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| You wanna be somebody
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| And you’ll prolly sell your soul
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| Good golly almighty
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| Smile boy
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| That’s the least that you can do
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| And who you are is a mystery
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| And you got the devil spooking you
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| Now who can you trust?
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| When everybody else is kicking up dust
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| Thus is another saga
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| A paperback book type novel
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| You’re a good guy? |
| Bravo
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| Well three strikes and you’re outta there
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| You might as well be floating in a shuttle in the stratosphere
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| Check it
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| My body is my temple and my temple is my prize
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| My mind shine like the sun do and here’s a little word to the wise… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Nobodys , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп